The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

Beth stares a bit, then shakes her head. "Wow. That is... wow. Like really impressive. Have you done any of the first kind, the synthesis stuff? It sounded like you had experience with it, in the way you described that."

[Marian Hawke]

"Um, I have, a little," she admits. 

[Bethany]

"Ciren's curves, you really are brilliant. I'd love to read something you wrote," Beth gushes, eyes bright with pride and eagerness. She bites her lip, then winces as she hits the cut she made earlier that day. "I... I'm not that smart. I can be good with words sometimes but... just clever twittings. Nothing like what you were talking about. What kind of topics did you do?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I, it's, it's not-- you wouldn't-- it's not like stories, Beth, they're... dry."

[Bethany]

"Drier than Charles Richard's monster of a book? The Story of Twin City-States?" Beth asks with disbelief. "Because that's touted as some of the driest fiction ever written and to be honest, I still finished it. Wasn't great, no, but I liked parts of it."

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, well, I believe the last title was... On the bisection of the fourth chord of the traversene pentagram and its uses during summoning rituals." She gives a rueful grin. "Riveting stuff. I got perfect marks."

[Bethany]

"..." Beth blinks rapidly. "The... forth chord? A suspended chord? You can use music to summon things?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Ah. No. Arcane mathematics."

[Bethany]

"Huh." Beth tilts her head to the side, mulling that over. "I had no idea that summoning was so pre-" Her words cut off as she stills for a beat. That silver-white hair, just a flash but- Then she whips around, shifting to a near dash. "Zev!?"

[Marian Hawke]

Wait what?! Marian turns, startled. Beth's boyfriend? 

[Bethany]

Beth doesn't slow, much less stop, rushing around the corner onto a street leading to the woods.

[Marian Hawke]

Shit! She chases after. I am not athletic!

[Jassinth]

Thankfully, neither is Beth. More thankfully, her goal isn't that far ahead of them. The figure doesn't react to the shout, though he does turn at the sound of someone sprinting towards him. About five and seven inches tall, slim, almost slender build but with clear muscle definition. Which is very visible, as the man is wearing only leather trousers and a loose sleeveless vest of cotton, so a significant amount of his dusky grey skin is visible, along with his silver-white hair. He has a shortbow and quiver slung on his back, a heavy leather wrap on his arm and a rucksack tied to his belt. 

He also has a startled expression as Beth thunders up to him, with just a hint of wariness in the eyes. "Ah, hello?" he asks, summoning up a charming grin. "There is no need to rush, I am not in the habit of fleeing from beautiful women. Or beautiful men. Or not beautiful for that matter."

[Bethany]

"Wh- but- Zev, what's wrong with- Wait, you look..." Beth shakes her head, panting. "Are you younger? Are you in disguise?" Her words comes out in a rush, and her volume is not suitable for polite conversation. Which is getting more than a few stares from the locals...

[Marian Hawke]

Marian grabs her sister's arm, yanking her back. "Drow! That's a dro-- your boyfriend is a drow!?" she demands.